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All Mimsy Were The Borogoves by Pythia (PG-13)
Fandom: BUFFY
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: Warriors and Watchers
Why this must be read:
This is why I signed up to rec Buffy fics this month. This is what made it all worth it. Yes it did, the precious.
Sometimes, when you read a fic, reality seems to fade away. You are sucked into the fiction world and then suddenly, you look up, and wham! It’s three hours later and you’re crying, but you’re not sure if it’s because of staring at the screen for so long or because the story just ripped you to shreds.
This is that story, people.
Giles is lost, but where you’ll never guess.
"Oh dear lord," he whispered, splaying his palm against the jellied surface of the glass to support himself as his knees threatened to give way. He was shaking, quivering both inside and out, his stomach churning and his whole body trembling with shock and realisation.
Everything suddenly made complete and horrifying sense.
The partially defined rooms.
The silence.
The way the furniture moved of its own accord. The reason the books were filled with empty pages and why their titles were printed on them in reverse.
The glimpses of an outside world that mocked the sanity of his own.
He wasn’t looking into a mirror.
He was looking out of one.
All Mimsy Were The Borogoves
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: Warriors and Watchers
Why this must be read:
This is why I signed up to rec Buffy fics this month. This is what made it all worth it. Yes it did, the precious.
Sometimes, when you read a fic, reality seems to fade away. You are sucked into the fiction world and then suddenly, you look up, and wham! It’s three hours later and you’re crying, but you’re not sure if it’s because of staring at the screen for so long or because the story just ripped you to shreds.
This is that story, people.
Giles is lost, but where you’ll never guess.
"Oh dear lord," he whispered, splaying his palm against the jellied surface of the glass to support himself as his knees threatened to give way. He was shaking, quivering both inside and out, his stomach churning and his whole body trembling with shock and realisation.
Everything suddenly made complete and horrifying sense.
The partially defined rooms.
The silence.
The way the furniture moved of its own accord. The reason the books were filled with empty pages and why their titles were printed on them in reverse.
The glimpses of an outside world that mocked the sanity of his own.
He wasn’t looking into a mirror.
He was looking out of one.
All Mimsy Were The Borogoves